Blink, Blink Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of fealty's Apollo at my door this world
from sullen earth arise, arise,
the reality of yore dappled things,
like to the lark at break of day my shipwrecked dreams,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath at midnight lease,
too vague to witness beauty in summer's prime
against thy most high deserts e'ery departed look:
keeps me wide awake in the twilight of day dreams,
beside the oak, a broccoli, under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
of golden tress his hair upon the sand dunes,
away from high heavens her stumbled feet,
be my only woe in the late evening,
of what the stars in secret influence comment,
you know not, nor you need to know,
sorrow's most relinquished hope no heart can afford,
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream,
our little john, along the pavement of cow parsley,
still musing o'er the dale in silent hours of soliloquy.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, March 21,2016 4: 37: 07 PM
Tuesday, March 22,2016 11: 20: 29 AM

Line # 16 inserted with the good intention of making people see that holds all the rest of the meanings in the poem of 19 lines instead of 18.

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